Guess what??? Russ and I won 10,000 dollars playing the Win-at-Home Deal or No Deal!


April Fools.


No really, Russ and I are buying our first home!



April Fools.


No really, Russ and I are buying a new car so we don't have to share one car anymore!


April Fools.


No really, Russ and I drove ourselves to On The Border last night in our ONE car, had chips with extra queso dip, a Sangria margarita, two coronas, numerous echiladas, spent forty dollars we don't have, and had to take pepto bismol when we got home before we went to bed in our two-bedroom apt that we RENT.



This one's true.



Can you tell I've been thinking about what I don't have lately, and coveting what others seem to acquire so easily?

I blame it on all the nice houses I've been cleaning. Or the fact that I live in Charlotte...land of rich people with great paying banking jobs and big houses.

It's easy to slip into...the coveting thing...it's so easy to believe the lie that what you have doesn't quite cut it, and we are bombarded by message after message about things we lack and things we must buy to feel whole.

...And as I dust the televisions that take up an entire wall in somebody's bonus room....why do they call it the bonus room anyway? Isn't it a bonus just to have a big house? Do they have to rub it in by calling the 12th room the bonus room?

And as I finger the smooth silky $200 sheets on other people's beds, I get a suspicious feeling that I am missing something, and I begin to have that nagging feeling, that longing for just one more thing.

So guess what I do? I convince Russ we deserve to eat out, that it is a right we have as working class citizens, and that it's not fair we can't afford it!

I'll admit, the margarita tasted nice, and gorging on chips felt great at the time, and feeding the insatiable American consumption need felt empowering for a moment...

but two hours later we were downing the pepto and dozing off at 9:00pm due to a Mexican food coma and guess what?

This morning, we were hungry again.

No thing or substance fills the empty places or spaces for very long.

Only my One True Thing completely satisfies.

He satisfies my need for more, and assures me that in heaven I'll have two cars, nice sheets, a bonus room, and endless access to margaritas, even if those are just metaphors for his Presence.

Once again, thank you Jesus.